Billionaire's Secret: The Complete Series

by Simone Sowood

  “What, and tell me more lies?”

  “No. Beautiful, sit.” He sat on the sofa and pulled me down beside him. I leaned forward, as far away from him as I could get.

  “I was trying to protect you. To make you feel better.”

  “But there are so many lies I can’t tell what the truth is.”

  “The truth is I bought CQ Francis. They’d been looking for a buyer for a year. I hadn’t been interested in buying them because they’re run so badly, but when you weren’t able to find another job, I did it. Just so they would hire you. Are you happy now? Is that so bad?” He’d kept his voice steady but I could detect something in it. Something that might be exasperation. Or resignation. But not deception.

  My brain spun. I believed him. He bought a company for me. A whole, shitty company, just so I’d have a job. Which meant my reputation was ruined. I was dependent on him, whether I liked it or not.

  “You should have told me.” My yelling had turned into a near whisper.

  “It was in the dark period. When you wouldn’t talk to me.”

  “Whoa, I didn’t start the job until after we were back together.”

  “I was worried you’d react the way you did. I didn’t want to cause a fight. What harm did it cause? You didn’t mind when I promoted you at Force McAllister.”

  I stayed quiet. Trying to figure my thoughts out. My new position at Force McAllister was for like two weeks, and back then I didn’t know he was the owner of the company. Was what he did with CQ Francis so bad? Did it matter now? Was our relationship worth less to me than my pride?

  I leaned into him. Jay put his arm around me and held me close, his touch comforting me all the way to my core.

  “How did you find out anyway?” he asked.

  “Calvin came up to me on the street and gave me a copy of a news story.”

  He stopped breathing for a moment and held his breath. “You need to stay away from him. Do you understand? Don’t let him come anywhere near you.”

  “Why does he keep approaching me anyway?”

  “He’s done it before?”

  “A few times.”

  Jay sat up on the edge of the sofa and twisted his body to face mine. His face was stiff, his jaw clenched.

  “Don’t let him near you.”

  His action and words made my heart beat faster. Something was going on. Something that involved Jay and Calvin. But would Jay tell me what it was, or would he make up another lie?

  “What’s going on?”

  “You have to stay away from him, Abbie. I’m serious. Do not let him near you. And stop walking home alone after dark.” He eyes seared the words into me, making me fear Calvin. Fear what was going on.

  “Only if you tell me what’s going on.”

  He tensed. Leaned his head forward and shoved his fingers through his hair.

  Jay exhaled and said, “Calvin is fighting me for wrongful dismissal.”

  “What an idiot. He was incompetent. Didn’t my email file show that?”

  “Yes, but he’s fighting it anyway. Stay away from him, he’s trying to provoke you or me or both of us into something.”

  I hugged him, draping myself over his back. I smoothed his hair from where he’d messed it up with his hand.

  “Don’t worry, he creeps the hell out of me. I’m staying far away from him.”

  Jay’s concern for me was real. I couldn’t tell by the way he was looking at me. He cared about me.

  I could finally understand the love Jay had for me. He said he loved me and I believed him. He only bought CQ Francis to help me. Jay only lied about telling other companies not to hire me to make me feel better. Even when it meant I would be mad at him, it was more important for him to shelter me from the truth.

  Now that I was dependent on him, I would never get a job anywhere else.

  I punched myself for being negative. I would get a job. I just had to prove myself at CQ Francis first.

  I took Jay’s earlobe between my teeth and tugged. Willing him to forgive my behavior the way I’d forgiven his.

  He instantly responded. Twisting around from his seated position and pulling me forward until his lips could reach mine. Our mouths connected, the tension I’d carried with me all day vanishing.

  All I knew was Jay, and how we were right for each other. How he would do anything for me. And I would do anything for him. Even if it made us vulnerable.

  He knelt on the edge of the couch and laid me onto the sofa. I squealed at the quick action and started giggling.

  “We haven’t checked off the sofa yet,” he said, his eyes gleaming.

  “We haven’t.” I still hadn’t stopped laughing.

  I wiggled up so that my head rested on the arm of the sofa.

  He laced his fingers through my hair and tipped my head back, extending my neck. With his other hand, he ran his finger up my neck and over my chin. When it reached my mouth, he ran the rough skin of his thumb along my lower lip. He pulled my lip down, and I opened my mouth to let him inside but he pulled his thumb away.

  Jay gripped my hair harder and pulled my head up off the arm rest, hovering it above the sofa. He brought his head to me, and his mouth collided with mine. His jaw pried mine apart and his tongue pressed into mine.

  My vulnerable position and his ferocity caused my pulse to quicken. I reached my arms around him, for stability and support. I held on to him as tight as I could and tried to kiss him back.

  He pulled my head higher still, until I was sitting up. I still had my work clothes on, the slim-fitting skirt holding my legs together. Without letting go of my head, he began pulling apart the buttons of my blouse. Ripping them as best he could with only one hand. I let go of him and undid some of my buttons, speeding his ability to connect with my skin.

  “Beautiful?”

  “Yes?”

  “This sofa sucks.” Jay slid onto the floor, dragging me with him. The arrival of our bodies pushed the coffee table away, creating a space for us in front of the sofa. He laid me flat and ripped apart the remaining buttons on my blouse.

  Underneath I wore an ivory silk bra that he had given to me with the wardrobe. Bits of lace trimmed the edges, and he paused to trace the lace with his fingertip. I loved this bra and didn’t want him to rip it so I arched my back and tried to get my hands underneath me to undo it.

  “Hey,” he said, staring into my eyes. “The bra stays on.”

  He pushed my torso down, my arms pinned behind it. I squirmed, trying to free my arms but only managed to slide them down a little to the small of my back.

  I held his gaze, even as my shoulders begged me to free my arms from their twisted position. I would not blink first.

  At last his gaze shifted down my body, over my bra and exposed tummy and onto my skirt. He pulled away and sat back on the sofa, leaving me on the floor. I looked to him for explanation.

  “Stand up.”

  I stood, shaking my arms a little to placate my shoulders.

  “Now strip.”

  With the heat of his eyes on me, I began to undo my skirt.

  “Not like that.”

  I didn’t understand and gave him a puzzle look.

  “Be sexy. Wiggle your hips for me.”

  A striptease? Was that what he wanted? I closed my eyes, finding a song in my head to give me a rhythm. Trying not to feel silly, I rolled my hips from side to side.

  It was too awkward to open my eyes so I danced myself in a little circle, until I was facing away from him. I flicked my blouse over my shoulders and let it fall down my arms. After freeing it from my hands, I flung it off to the side.

  I undid my skirt and let it fall to my feet, leaving only my bra and panties left on. In a moment of craziness, I bent over. My hands reached the floor, and I looked at him from between my legs. But he didn’t seem to notice, his eyes were fixed on my ass.

  Still bent over, I shuffled my legs together and slid my panties over my ass and down to the floor. I stepped out of them, all to the
beat of the music in my head.

  I stood up and undid my bra, flinging it to land on my blouse. I turned back to Jay, leaned over and waggled my chest, my tits jiggling underneath me.

  “Come here.”

  I stepped up to Jay. As soon as I was in his reach, he grabbed me and stood me between his legs, his hand in the small of my back to hold me in place. He pressed his face to my ribs and inhaled my scent.

  Jay kissed me, trailing kisses across my torso until he reached my tits. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and clamped down on it, prodding it with his tongue.

  Then, without warning, he smacked my ass causing me to jump. Even with my nipple between his teeth, he laughed. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

  Jay’s hand moved down the crack of my ass, and around until it found my pussy. His pinky slipped in but left just as quickly. I pressed my body to him, trying to do something, anything to get him to touch me again.

  He pushed me away and bent his head to kiss over the curve of my hip and across the front of my belly. I tilted my hips but he leaned back and undid his belt and pants, springing his erect cock free from his boxers.

  “Suck it.”

  Tingles ripped through my body at the forcefulness of his voice. With pleasure, I thought. He hardly ever let me near it.

  My tongue made contact with the tip of his cock. I licked around the swollen head and wrapped my lips tight around it. I gripped it tight in my hand and stroked it. Over and over, my head bobbed and my hand pulled and his cock swelled larger. Harder.

  “Stop, I’m going to cum.” Jay groaned, his hips moving out of control.

  There was no way I was stopping. This was the first time he’d given me such access to his cock. At least without a gross table in the way.

  With my other hand, I cupped his balls. The sack was already tight around them but somehow managed to get even tighter with my touch as I continued to bob and stroke his cock.

  “Ah,” he moaned, grasping my head.

  He exploded into my mouth and I drank it down, satisfied. Jay’s cock throbbed and I lessened my grip. Turned my suck into a lick. He flopped back into the sofa, his arms to his sides and his breathing shallow.

  I climbed onto the sofa and sat sideways on his lap.

  “You know, I’ve never let anyone else do that,” Jay said between breaths.

  “Do what?”

  “Let me cum in their mouth.”

  “No way?” I thought that was what all men wanted most.

  “I’m serious.”

  “Why?” I asked, my brow furrowed.

  He shrugged. “I like to be in control.”

  I hugged myself tight to him, moving with the rise and fall of his chest. The loss of control made sense, he was such a control freak. I believed him when he said he’d never let anyone else do that.

  The realization overwhelmed me, and I started to tremble on his lap. He trusted me. More than he’d ever trusted anyone. He would make himself vulnerable for me.

  * * *

  Jay ran his arm down my side and worked it between my legs. His fingers pushed apart my lips and two of them worked their way into me. My pussy, still wet from before, jolted to life.

  He nuzzled his head into my shoulder and pumped his fingers in my pussy. In and out, and my body fizzled and tingled all over. I lost track of time as I struggled to get air into my lungs.

  “I love you,” he said, his voice low in my ear.

  That was it. His words, so genuine, sent my body into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. He wrapped both his arms around me and embraced me tight to him while my body still quivered.

  I stayed on his lap, naked. We sat like that for ages, cuddling on my cheap sofa in my tiny condo.

  I couldn’t believe he gave up the luxury of his mansion just to stay with me. Where we had to cook our own meals and do our own dishes and fell over each other in the small space.

  * * *

  I cleared my throat. “So. How much is your pool to maintain?” I couldn’t look at him, I fixed my eyes on the wall.

  “However much you need it to.”

  I laughed and looked at him. The warmth of his dark brown eyes caught me and drew me in. I moved to kiss his cheek but he turned his head and our lips briefly connected.

  “How about a thousand?” I said.

  Jay reached his head forward and our lips met again.

  “Make it a hundred,” he said as he brushed his lips across my ear.

  I giggled, “That’s just silly.” I kissed his lips, letting mine linger on his before I pulled away again. “Seven-fifty.”

  Jay cupped my head with his hand and pulled his lips back to me. He locked his lips on mine and kissed me until I groaned in delight.

  He broke away. “Two hundred.”

  I smoothed his hair over his ear and gave him a coy smile. “That’s not being fair.”

  He tilted his head and stared at my tits before dragging his eyes back up to meet mine. “What is not fair is you dangling those in front of me.” He kissed my cheek. “You know I’m powerless to resist you.”

  I twisted my torso, pressing my tits into him, laughing. In my breathiest voice, I said, “Five hundred.”

  Jay kissed me and ran his nose across my cheek. “Five hundred will make you happy?”

  “Yes,” I said into his ear. Jay pushed my head with his, until he found my eyes. He rested his forehead against mine, his lips too far for me to kiss.

  “Five hundred, but only if you move in tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? You’re that desperate to get out of my condo?”

  “I’m that desperate to get you in my bed.” He tilted his head and kissed me, a deep, forceful kiss that sealed our deal.

  “Maybe I’m enjoying having you in my bed.”

  Jay burst out laughing and pushed me off him. He stood, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. He hitched up his pants with one hand and kept his other hand on my behind as we moved to the bedroom.

  When we arrived at the bed, he flipped me off his shoulder and tossed me down. I landed with a bounce and he crawled onto the bed and up between my legs.

  “You want me in your bed?” He leaned over me, his head inches from mine.

  “Always.”

  “Enjoy this last time.” He kissed me and nudged my legs wider with his knees and settled himself down onto me. His cock rested against my pussy, growing harder with each kiss.

  “You know what I really want?” I asked.

  “What? Anything.”

  “I want to feel your skin against mine.” I pulled at his buttons, grappling for his muscles underneath. He rolled his eyes at me, gripped his shirt and ripped it open.

  I planted my hands on his chest then ran them around to his back, drawing him close to me.

  Our love making took on a new sense of meaning, knowing this would be the last time I slept in my condo. That this was the last night before we officially moved in with each other.

  We savored each other. Taking our time over each other’s bodies. I even got Jay’s pants off and took my time enjoying his powerful leg muscles.

  At last he entered me, his cock thrusting into me. My hands moving with the powerful muscles of his ass.

  “So do we have a deal?” he asked, still inside me. He rested his arms either side of my head and kissed me tenderly. I laughed through his kiss, a deal.

  “Done,” I said, pulling back. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth unable to contain my smile.

  Chapter 17

  As promised, I moved in with Jay the following day. Tony, his driver, took me to work and picked me up afterwards each day in the Rolls-Royce. I didn’t even have to get up that much earlier because I could do my hair and eat breakfast in the back of the car. And no one could see me through the tinted windows.

  “Hey Jenny,” I said, answering my phone.

  “We missed you last night.” I skipped our Friday after-work drinks for the first time in I didn’t know how long.


  “Sorry, I had to be with Jay. Our first Friday living together and all.”

  “What’re you doing now? Don’t tell me you’re naked.”

  I laughed. “No, I’m dressed. I’m at my condo, trying to sort it out. I don’t need much from it, just paperwork and photos and stuff. Goodwill’s going to come in and take all the furniture and clothes.”

  “Guess you don’t have need any of it, since Jay has everything.”

  “Yeah, it’s a weird feeling, shedding everything you own.”

  “Can I have your coffee maker?”

  “Sure. Anything else?”

  I finished the call and went back to my task. I was on my knees, clearing out the bottom of my closet. The faster I could get this place cleared out, the faster I could get it rented out.

  There were three stacked shoeboxes at the back that I used to store all sorts of things, from my passport and birth certificate to photos. I opened the brown box and my heart wrenched. It always did whenever I looked inside.

  It was full of pictures of my parents. Of them posing with me as a child. I sat back against the bed and went through each and every one of them.

  What would they think of Jay? Would my mother approve of me moving in with him? Since they died when I was seventeen, I’d never had the privilege of knowing them as an adult. Our relationship was only ever a parent-child one, instead of adult to adult. I did a lot of conjecturing, always trying to guess what their advice would be.

  I flicked through photos, one of my dad and me fishing, my mother teaching me to ride a bike, of the three of us at my sixteenth birthday party. The next photograph was unexpected and pulled me out of my memories. It was of Matt with his mother and father, at his high school graduation.

  It didn’t evoke any reaction in me. None of the outrage, anger or hurt that the photo would have caused a few months ago. I tossed it into the trash bag. Jay had healed all my pain.

  * * *

  You’d better come for drinks tonight!!!

  I hadn’t even spoken to Sam in two weeks. I’ve been so wrapped up in Jay and work, I hadn’t had time for my friends.

  Of course baby! Dying to see you xoxo